After returning from Beiling, somehow, she took off the eagle on her head, but she did not choose any man, which is incomprehensible.

Only Xuan and Luo Ze vaguely understand some, but not very sure.

The cultivation of Xuan has made more efforts, not only to win pure heart, but also because he is an unwilling and ordinary person in his bones, and the growth of every strand of power will make him born from the satisfaction and pleasure of his heart.

He is extremely obsessed with cultivation, and at the same time, he is crazy to absorb all useful knowledge like a sponge, and constantly enrich himself, as if he has infinite energy, so that the whole tribe of people eye.

In addition to cultivating the mind and law, he will learn to shoot arrows from his father, learn to shoot guns from Uncle Gen, learn to set traps from Uncle Black, and learn to identify medicinal materials from pure learning.

Even when he was free, he would go to the courtyard of the high priest's fog west, take care of the living of the fog west, and take the opportunity to observe the knot with a rope.

Once by chance, he found that the fog knotted with a rope, which was a very pleasing thing, not only pleasing to the eye, but also full of a dazzling and mysterious feeling, which made him very curious.

On weekdays, tribesmen often come to ask about the weather or other doubts.

Before answering some questions, the fog will take a grass rope, with a complex but skilled way to knot, sometimes successful, sometimes unsuccessful.

After the knot is successful, the fog will tell the person a clear answer; if he fails, he will tell the person that the ancestors are testing us with the unknown.

After many days of observation, he was also very admired at the same time, especially the ability of knotting rope, which made him full of curiosity.

It was not until a long time later that he learned that this kind of thing, called divination, was one of the oldest skills handed down from the ancestors of the human race.

For the hard work of Xuan Xuan, the fog is very happy.

As long as he is full of energy, he will always be tired of answering some of the mysterious questions, and even try to tie the rope with the slowest action in order to see more clearly.

The fog is very old, it is more than 70 years old, and the tribesmen can live to more than 50, and the fog is already the oldest of the tribe.

He has been cultivating people all these years, and wants to pass on the knowledge passed down from his ancestors.

However, most of the tribesmen are simple-minded, their limbs are developed, they lack spirituality, and few people can learn his ability, which also makes him very sad.

Pure and more intelligent, learning knowledge is also very fast, and has excellent talent in the practice of medicine.

However, he could not learn the ability of his knotting divination.

Whenever the fog knot rope, pure will avoid the eyes, do not dare to look more.

Because as long as she stared at the fog, she would soon be dizzy and even fall to sleep on the floor.

This is also the normal behavior of most tribesmen.

In this regard, the occult is simply a freak.

Because he can always stare at the action of the fog, no matter how many times the fog West repeats, he will not feel tired, this is also the most admirable place, the fog is also very happy about this, almost the Xuan as their successor to cultivate.

The change of Xuan was gradually noticed by all the people in the tribe, and they went from wonder, ridicule, and gradually became accustomed to it, and then to admiration and even reverence.

Just a few months later, Xuan stood out from all the young people, he joined the hunting team, the battle brave, the combat is strong, and the performance is outstanding.

He treated the wounded, and used their medicines more accurately than pure, saving many warriors from the brink of death.

Sometimes, he can also occasionally be successful, make some simple divination, find the right direction for the lost team, or find the fallen fighters and so on.

With the passage of time, Xuan was like a rising star, shining on the whole tribe, so that all his peers began to look up to him, so that the old soldiers began to pay attention to him, and no one could cover his light.

Even Kuozao, who had bullied him since childhood, was defeated by him head-on and was completely convinced from then on.

Time goes by, years pass.

A year later, Xuan stepped into the ranks of the second-class warriors, and was already qualified to serve as the head of the tribe, and formed a hunting team on his own.

And his excellence, but also completely won the heart of the beauty, one night, pure wearing a beautiful white fox, into the basal stone house, all their own good to the occult.After some cloud rain, the two completed the ceremony...

Three years later, Xuan went out to hunt, relying on the rope divination, found a rare ethereal medicine, after swallowing, the strength soared, let him become a third-level warrior.

Before that, there was only one third-level warrior in the entire Cangshi tribe, that is, the leader, the father of Xuan.

Since the beginning of the fourth year, the days of the Cangshi tribe have become more and more sad, because the southern part of the wild beast tribe has begun to move north, constantly squeezing the living space of the human race, and some nearby tribes have been eaten by the wild beast overnight.

The difficult living environment has also strained the relationship between the tribes, and in order to plunder the population and food, the competition for hunting grounds and turf, the fighting between the tribes is also common.

The Cangshi tribe also experienced several fierce battles and kills, but it is good that the tribesmen kill bravely, and with two third-level fighters, each time they have defeated the enemy of the introult, so that the Cangshi tribe can be saved from destruction.

However, as the war became more and more frequent, everyone's hearts were covered with a layer of haze.

Xuan's strength has been steadily improving, getting closer and closer to the fourth-level warrior, gradually surpassing his father and becoming the first person in the tribe.

But his mind became confused.

He wondered why the already weak people could not unite against other foreign ethnic groups, but would attack each other and kill each other in this difficult environment.

He took the confusion and went to ask for advice on the fog.

The head of the fog West language told him that the reason why the human race is scattered and has always been bullied by the hundred ethnic groups in the world is because the human race lacks a great leader, a real strong person with great courage, great wisdom, and great atmosphere, and enough to hold up the fate of the human race.

From this moment on, Xuan has a new goal and is no longer confused.

He is determined to strive to become the real strong who has great courage, great wisdom, ambition, and enough to sustain the fate of the human race in his lifetime.

He wants to make people no longer kill each other, let people no longer be bullied and enslaved by foreign countries, and let the people live without worry.

After another year, Xuan finally broke through the realm and became a powerful fourth-level warrior, and at the same time, he also gave birth to his third son, named Mo.

The mountains where the Cangshi tribe is located are collectively known as the Black Hills Mountains, and the Black Hills Mountains are thousands of miles away, and scattered nearly a hundred large and small tribes are scattered.